Yumichika was a man who loved attention. The more people to praise his beauty, the better. That is, he enjoyed it until whoever was giving him said attention began to believe he was willing to reciprocate. Physically.
At the moment, he was dealing with one such person. He was some noble or rich boy or something of that ilk and seemed to be under the impression that all it took to get Yumichika into bed was a few drinks and some overly flowery words pertaining to the extent of his beauty.
It was nauseating and Yumichika was becoming irate.
Apparently Yumichika's current emotional state was becoming obvious as the other guys from the Eleventh were watching intently as one would watch a lion about to jump through a flaming hoop. The other patrons who were familiar with the group began moving to tables placed farther away from him while those less familiar seemed confused as to why the tension and excitement in the room seemed to skyrocket.
And the idiot talking to him was completely oblivious to all this.
"So, you say you're a Shinigami? My cousin is a Shinigami, Sixth Division. Kuchiki Byakuya. You've heard of him? Oh, what am I saying, of course you've heard of him!"
The boy was resorting to name dropping! Yumichika's irritation level shot through the roof. He needed to get rid of this idiot.
"Kuchiki-taichou? Ah, yes, I know him well. Good man, very attractive. Funny, you say you're his cousin? I don't see much of him in you." Yumichika the whole time smiling politely and looking at the boy through his lashes.
The boy (Yumichika couldn't be bothered to remember his name) seemed to get derailed by that and his eyes narrowed slightly in what Yumichika could only assume was thinly veiled irritation.
"I– er, yeah, I'm told I take more after my mother... So, you say you know Kuchiki-san? Is he your taichou?"
"Hmm? No, no, I'm not in the Sixth! Much too tame for me. Do tell me, though. Kuchiki-taichou seems so proper and demure! Does he mind you using his name as casually as you do?" Yumichika asked innocently.
Someone from the Eleventh snickered before being elbowed in the ribs and a vein throbbed in the boy's forehead.
"How dare you-"
"How dare I what? Call you on your impropriety?"
"And what would some low brow, low rank Shinigami know about impropriety?" The boy bristled with self-righteous rage. "I can see why you're not in the Sixth Division!"
"Really? Have you met Abarai-kun? And obviously, I know far more than you, dropping names like some common dog looking to use your status as a bait. How ugly."
"You should know about ugly!"
Before, the silence in the bar was that of an entertained audience. Now a strange, terrified tension filled the air for a moment while the room took in the words that had just been uttered.
Then there was movement.
Those who knew better pushed those who didn't out of their seats and fled to the streets while the members of the Eleventh backed up, giving the enraged Yumichika a wide birth as he stared levelly at the man who just a minute before was trying to get him into bed.
Yumichika's eyebrow began to twitch, and the boy began to wonder if he had just made a huge mistake.
The Eleventh Division's 5th Seat backed his chair away from the table and stood, his eyes never leaving that of the boy's.
"Ugly?" Yumichika said quietly. "Ugly."
There was a heartbeat. Two.
Then Yumichika smiled. A beautiful, vicious, bloodthirsty smile.
"I am Ayasegawa Yumichika, 5th Seat of Division Eleven under Zaraki Kenpachi."
Yumichika was about to show this boy "ugly."
A great many thanks to DelMarch for playing beta. I totally enjoyed writing this and hope everyone enjoys reading it.